Who made these objects I enter the borderlands Thoughts get distorted Tall lamp posts Aerial water Paper boats As I go Further into the wild Sound a million foghorns Sail on this ocean pool Mind gets dilated Where're they from? Tell me who made them, the Paper boats And what if I know Somewhere inside And what if I'm gone without help From you I touch my face to be sure And wait and wait and wait and wait I fall Generate the void Lights stand tall Sprung from vacant soil And these arks Appear more frequently I embark And my skin is folded tenfold, I wave farewell And what if I'm gone without help From you I touch my face to be sure And wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait